Chapter One: The Lords Meet

WARNING:

This chapter contains subjects that may be unsuitable for some audiences. Reader discretion is advised

The Forge w/ Sierra and Locko:

The shadow closed in. A metal golem, loli sized, was chained spread eagle to a molten stalagmite, struggling violently.

Then…

The shadow reached him

Sierra: *Wakes up panting* Wha-? Another nightmare? LOCKO! I HAD ANOTHER ONE!

Locko: It's a dream man, you'll end up forgetting in like an hour.

Sierra: That was helpful.

Heyo! Sierra here (and Locko is probably here somewhere if he's not sleeping) with a changed, up, INTRO! Hell yeah, fancy(?)! Oh, well, I'll actually get to the important bits.

Let me clear one thing up: I am a lazy ass. I am kinda writing this last minute (won't happen for Book 3, I promise). But changes are coming. The Discord server is still there, and I'm planning to to a full revamp. I am also starting a blog via blogspot, as soon as my stupid ass can figure out how to work it, where you can read my stories or request me to edit yours.

Book 3 may take longer to come out. I really do want to start a WN, so I may spend some time to work on that. I also want to broaden my horizons. I want to do some Tensei Slime stories (of course), some Desumachi ones (that I spend more than 15 min on) and maybe some Rakudai Kishi ones (such a good novel). Well, future issues, those are. And I will leave future issues to the future me.

Tired of typing out the whole thing so:

I don't own Overlord

There, plain and simple.

Author:

Sierra

Editor:

Locko

MASSIVE NOTICE:

My upload schedule will be changing. I'll just be frank: I am experiencing writer's block. I'm struggling to find enthusiasm to write at the moment. The way I write normally is have a start and end, but no middle, and kinda make up the middle as I go along. That's why I may drop book 3 4 and 5 for a while. Guro will also be back to translating, so my workload will be increasing somewhat.

Unlike this story, I have my WN much more planned out. I have a document 8 pgs long with world lore, skills, nations, 3 different continents, and more, so it will be much easier to write, since I'm not as limited to using canon material from another story. I already have a summary written up (one of those introductory summaries, like how I did for When Lights Go Out and When Scales Will Rot), along with a solid main character, title, and multiple other major characters. Many of these are things I didn't have for either of my two books when I started.

In summary, the chapters will take longer to come out, only once a month. I know the majority of my readers wish for further Overlord books, but I feel a personal drive to start something that is truly my own, and my enthusiasm is being siphoned away to that.

When I first sat down to write WLGO, I never expected it would get nearly 30000 views(as of now) (even a few from North Korea, which is odd, considering the heavy Internet restrictions there). Now here I am, planning to write my own web novel, and with an (albeit small) fan base on FanFiction.

I'm sorry. I feel like I am letting everyone down, but I feel I have to do this. For everything that has happened, and for everything that will, I thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for encouraging and supporting me, and making all this possible.

"DAMMIT!"

Ensino slammed his hand on the counter. The girl, who introduced herself to be Avi, was waiting in the waiting room of the City Office of Yilholm. The girl proved to have little to no useful information, but he still was required to report her existence to the Council.

But none of that mattered now.

"Why are the Lords refusing to meet with me!?"

The receptionist, a lady in her 40s, took a step back: "I-I'm sorry, sir. I was only told they were not to be disturbed by anyone."

Tsk

"Fine."

Ensino stalked off, fuming. He was a Argland devotee, and it upset him greatly when his job was interrupted. Most other people in the nation cared little, or were even frightened by the Draconic Rulers, but not Ensino. The normally gentle man became ferocious for his nation. In other words, he possessed extreme nationalism.

"Come, Avi. I will find you someone to stay with."

The girl nodded, and ran to his side. One could still see tear marks trailing from her eyes, a sign that she had not yet recovered from the shock of her parents demise.

-WSWR-

Ensino walked away from the house that now contained Avi. He had introduced, or rather pushed, the girl to the family. They were peasants and were looking for a child, but the father was sterile. As such, he was unable to sire offspring. It was a wonderful story, a broken, lost girl finding a family.

If only it were true.

The house, inconspicuous, contained a laboratory in the basement. There, experiments, and worse, were happening to Avi. These experiments ranged from limb and organ swapping or magical extraction to forced inhuman sexual reproduction and torture. There was no need for a useless person, especially a broken seven year old.

These were the kind of lengths Ensino would go to for his country. The girl was on the outskirts of the wreckage from the Theocracy, so there was a chance that she had absorbed some of the Sorcerer King's mighty magic. Maybe it could be extracted and used to make powerful spells. Or maybe that magic could be turned into a living weapon via offspring. Ensino didn't care that a seven year old human body wasn't sexually ready for such an endeavor. After all, to some males, from other species of course, it didn't matter whether their partner was mature or not. They could impregnate them anyways. The torture? Well, being cooped up in a lab would make anyone want some entertainment.

Truly, these were Ensino Vasillious's true colors. A man who would allow the inhumane treatment of children simply to further his country.

It was no wonder he was despised by the top brass, who knew the colors this man stained the world with.

Ensino pushed every thought out of his head except one: He needed a drink.

Walking down the street, he accidentally bumped into an aged white haired butler with a violet haired girl next to him.

"Ah, my bad. Forgive me, sir."

Ensino profusely apologized. He was curious why the man was so well dressed, yet the girl, who Ensino guessed was the butler's granddaughter, was dressed so poorly. Perhaps he was the butler of a wealthy noble, who didn't make enough for his granddaughter. Yes, that is probably the case.

He watched the pair be on their way, then walked off himself. Soon he found himself in front of the best tavern in the city, the Three Tap Pot, famous for their house-made brews. Ensino was a regular here, and was well liked by the owner, so he always got a 12% discount when paying. Quickly forcing the door open, he walked inside, and was greeted by the owner, Hidalgo.

"Ah, Ensino! How ye doin' my boy? 'ere, there a table over there nex ta Kepplar, 'll bring ye a few rounds, hmm?"

Kepplar waved him over, and Ensino sat down across from him.

Kepplar Myunto.

He was the son of the tavernkeep, and well like in the community, as well as a rather close friend of Ensino. He had some idea of the darkness within Ensino, but no enough to drive him off.

"Sino, where you been? Was hoping you'd show up here."

Ensino smiled sheepishly, "Had to drop something off."

Keeplar narrowed his eyes, shrugged his shoulders, and took a drink. He didn't know what this 'package' Ensino dropped off was, and frankly, he didn't want to. He thought more of the man when he didn't.

"So, Ensino, what's been going on with the higher-ups? Any, national issues?" Kepplar took another deep sip. "Ah, that reminds me of the time we opened this bar. The previous owner of this plot of land was a stuck up, self-centered bastard of a woman, the very definition of hag. Wrinkled, cranky, and at least 80 years old. Didn't want to give up the property. Though in the end, she consented to selling as long as we gave her 25% of the profit every month. Bit senile, really, thought she would get rich off us and live forever. We only had to make two payments before she kicked the bucket! Ha ha ha…!" He roared with laughter.

Ensino couldn't help but sigh. Kepplar had the incredible, and very irritating, habit of being able to connect a subject, with little to no actual similarities with the current subject, and still think he's talking about the same thing. Well, at least I don't have to bother answering the question.

Just then Hidalgo walked up, holding a tray with two large mugs on it.

"'Ere ya go, son. Two cherry appl' ales, fresh made an' the like."

Ensino cheerfully accepted his drink. The other one seemed to have been on the house. Ignorant to the grave sin he had committed just an hour before, he drowned his thoughts in sweet cherry-apple ale...

In a massive circular building, many miles from Yilholm, three beings of extraordinary strength were gathered at a specially designed table. These being all came from roughly the same species, bit their scales differed greatly. Out of all eight, well, seven now, no two looked alike. One had fiery red scales that dropped sparks at they clinked together. Another had scales that changed from fiery orange to a deep purple, to red then to sky blue, like a sunset. A third had scales that didn't even look like scales, textured like dirt and just as brown and earthy.

These were beings of absolute strength, authority, and wealth.

These…

Were the Dragon Lords.

The present three were currently arguing about nothing in particular, from new treasure to their concubines. Only one Lord had a proper wife.

Said dragon had just arrived, his gleaming platinum scales covering layers of muscle. It was obviously of great importance, as every other present Lord stopped talking instantly.

When Tarkus opened his mouth, a melodious voice danced forth, pleasing the ears of those who hear it: "Let's get this meeting underway."

Brown Dragon Lord Qelmorn was the first to speak, his gravelly voice causing the ground to tremble. The ground was his domain, after all. "Why have you gathered us here in the Gromudana, Tarkus?"

The Gromudana was a massive circular building with custom made chairs to allow dragons to sit down. Constructed by dwarves many years ago, it was used for meetings and audiences alike.

"Calm down, Qelmorn. You have so much fun with your women that taking a little time off won't hurt. I for one am very intrigued as to why we were called."

"I never said-"

Sky Lord Orlarinn told the Brown to be silent with his eyes. His eyes glittered as much as the sunset colored scales on his back, and one could sense the wisdom emanating from him. He was the oldest Lord, having 1200 years under his belt; in fact, he had raised Tarkus, and was like an uncle to him.

The Platinum Dragon Lord slammed a foot on the ground, "Quiet, all of you!" He cleared his throat.

"It's time I say why I called you all here. As you all may know, changes are happening in the world. Kingdoms, empires, nations are rising, rebuilding, while others fall and crumble to dust. The last such nation to fall was the Slane Theocracy, while the last to rise was the Sorcerous Kingdom of Ainz Ooal Gown. As history has shown us, and our predecessors, and their predecessors before, nothing lasts forever. A nation will fall, a weapon will dull, and undead will meet their end. Dragons will age, scales will rot. The world itself will savor the sweet taste of entropy as it dies.

"A new presence has joined us in Argland. I have sensed it from within Yilholm. I know not what it is, I only have an idea of its origin. I believe it is someone from the Sorcerous Kingdom, here to see us. I called this meeting to decide what to do with it. While we could kill it, yes, that may incur the wrath of the Kingdom, or worse, its king. I would like nothing less than for that to happen given that it's aura is one of friendliness, It is of my belief that it wishes to form ties with us."

(AN: Urgh. This may be the longest bit of dialogue by one person I've ever written. Speeches…)

Tarkus hoped that the other Lords agreed to an audience. Strained ties with the Sorcerous Kingdom is infinitely worse than friendly ones. Well, that wasn't the only reason...

But thankfully the Lords nodded, giving their approval of an audience with the embassy.

Well, all except one.

"I REJECT!"

Chyzzeodu, Red Dragon Lord, shouted out while embers scattered about from his mouth. Chyzzeodu has always been a muscle brain, and wanted to challenge nearly every decision the council made. More often than not, however, it mattered little: the decisions were still made.

Tarkus called in a servant and told him to bring the embassy. Then he glared at Chyzzeodu, "This is no time to make enemies, Chyzzeodu. Behave"

Truly, a depressed dragon was an amusing sight.

-WSWR-

The Platinum Dragon Lord watched as the others left, then began flying back to Eryuentiu. His wife was probably out at the moment, but she would be there soon.

"If that had gone badly, what could I have done?" he muttered to himself. "I don't even want to think about it…"

Tarkus could not lie to himself: he was terrified of the Sorcerous Kingdom. It was not just its king, however. He was certainly terrifying, and obviously much more powerful than himself. But no, something else terrified him as well.

That vampire, who had punched a hole in his armor, had the scent of a massive dragon.

Massive, and powerful.

It did not emanate from the ruby armor clad undead. From her silver hair to her cold feet, she smelled like a vampire to Tarkus. The smell was vague, but it was on her clothes. It smelled like such a powerful dragon that it made his scales shake.

But he put those thoughts behind him: he had work to do. The embassy would arrive before The Council in three days, and proper preparations had to be made. In addition, his wife would be tired from her travels, and Tarkus knew she would want to lay with him. Not that he would complain.

But he wanted to get these feeling off his chest. His terrors of the massive dragon, his fear of Ainz Ooal Gown, and the sick feeling of watching his nation, Argland, along with the rest of the world, be consumed by the Sorcerous Kingdom. Luckly, his wife was perfect to vent to. She wouldn't look down on him, nor would she try to make him feel better with lies. She would tell him only truths.

But she always knew the right truths. Truths that made Tarkus relax, feel better.

Tarkus soon spied his home, and went for a landing. But he did not expect to see an old friend waiting for him.

"Tarkus." Her wrinkled mouth cracked into a smile, rings clinking gleefully on her withered fingers.

"Rigrit. What brings you here? Last I heard, you were investigating a new undead in The Cave of Vicial."

Rigrit cast aside the words with a flick of her hand: "Meh. A dead case, a cold trail. Nothing more than a ghost story that I learned little from."

Tarkus let out a booming laughter. Rigrit seemed dismissive, but he knew she was deeply disappointed about the cold trail. She loved the undead, and wished to know of every species. She know of most, from hulking Skeleton Colossi to graceful Bone Weavers, her knowledge of the living dead was unmatched. However, she had no knowledge of the species of the Sorcerer King. That is, until now…

"An Overlord."

Rigrit suddenly spoke out.

"Huh?"

She looked at Tarkus. "An Overlord. Ruler of Death. That is what Ainz Ooal Gown is. That is the only thing I learned from my travels."

Tarkus narrowed his eyes. Simply knowing the species' name meant nothing, and she knew that.

"What's your point, Rigrit?"

She shook her head. "Nevermind"

Rigrit quickly stood up at a speed that was shocking for her age.

"Right. I've decided to meet up with Blue Rose again. If war is coming, and trust me, it is, I want to die among my old comrades. You are one as well, but I know more of that punctured tin can over there than I do of you."

"Rigrit," Tarkus said, "Do you miss him?"

"Huh?"

"Will you ever meet up with him again?"

Rigrit thought for a second, then chuckled. "Perhaps. But Fluder and I haven't dated in nearly 200 years. We both were consumed by our studies. I haven't even spoken to him in almost 30. Ah, but those were the days. He really was a bit of an animal back then. I guess I was, too."

Tarkus sighed.

"All~right! Enough of that. I don't want to picture that."

"Oh, reaaaally," Rigrit teased. "Don't think I don't know what you and your wife are going to do when I leave and she gets back! When you two go at it, the entire castle shakes! I don't even want to imagine the mess it makes, either."

Tarkus rolled on the ground, laughter booming like thunder. He hadn't laughed like that in decades. "Oh, fine. Let's stay out of each other's love life, agreed?"

Rigrit nodded.

-WSWR-

Tarkus watched his friend leave. He had no clue as to when he would see her again. It's a wonder she doesn't hate me, he thought. After all, I lied to her, to all of them, for years.

As he sat pondering, he heard the great flapping of wings, as well as a beautiful feminine voice call out.

"Taaaaarkuuuus! I'm home!"

He shook his head. "Orkelia, what have I told you about saying that? It reminds me of Gyndra too much."

Tarkus wasn't lying. Gyndra, the leader of the 13 heros, would always call out 'I'm hoooome' whenever they got back from a quest.

"Sorry. Slipped my mind."

He groaned, "Woman, your breasts would slip off you if they weren't attached to you!"

"Yeah, yeah, I know. Not my fault I'm clumsy and forgetful."

Tarkus smiled. At times like this, it makes him extra glad to have loved this woman. She was perfect. She was smaller than him, about 70% of his size, but had a wingspan wider than his. She was kind, playful, and forgiving.

And right now, her gleaming jade scales were covered with oil, something that wasn't there when she arrived. The gleam in her eyes, and his 300+ years of knowing her, told him all he needed to know.

"Shall we get started?"

-WSWR-

Rigrit rode alone in her carriage, heading to E-Rantel. From the latest intel she had received, she knew that Blue Rose had officially transferred to the Sorcerous Kingdom. After years, it was time to see them again.

With nothing to think about, her mind wandered to Tarkus. He was probably in the thicket of it right now. Rigrit knew that his wife latched on and didn't let go until she was satisfied.

Ugh, anything is better than to think of whether Orkelia's oil will be cleaned up next time I visit.

So she drifted her thoughts to Evileye. That vampire had taken her place in Blue Rose, and had become a hero. A hero she felt she never was long ago, a time long past, when she helped save the world from evil. She had been shunned by the world, rejected, and put those feeling behind her to help humanity, but she never felt like a hero due to it.

"Perhaps I was too strict on her back then. Had she not been so arrogant, I may have lost. Oh well."

As she thought, E-Rantel quickly approached. The city looked very different then it did when last she came. A massive wall had been erected, its metal gleaming in contrast to the angry stone inner walls. On either side of the massive gate was a giant statue, nearly 30 feet high, of a robed skeleton holding a twisted staff in one hand while the other was extended outwards. Floating inches above the outstretched hand was a spinning gold and platinum disk that had been engraved to look like a magic circle. Both statues were currently being polished, one by a pair of Frost Giants and one by a pair of Fire Giants. It was obvious they cared deeply for the statues.

Rigrit shook her head. She never expected that Frost and Fire Giants could ever work together, but under the overwhelming might of the Sorcerer King, such things were possible.

When her carriage stopped, Rigrit quickly disembarked, handing the diver a silver coin as she did so. Waving goodbye, she walked over to the line near the gate, casting a spell on herself to make her appear as someone else.

"Excuse me, excuse me."

A young man of around 25 turned around to greet her. He was not overly handsome, and had a face that could easily blend into a crowd. From the plate around his neck, Rigrit could tell that he was a silver adventurer. "May I help you?" he said with a smile.

"Yes, do you know what this line is about?"

He nodded, "First time, eh? Makes sense. Basically, the line is for entrance into the city when you are familiar with the city's rules and regulations. Since this seems to be your first time here, you should head on over to that line." He pointed to a line to the right. "That one will teach you about the workings of E-Rantel. It's a very different city than others, so they give you a rundown so you can stay out of trouble."

"Is it not optional?"

He laughed. "It was at first. Unfortunately, two groups of copper plates got in a fight, and the instant the weapons were drawn, the Death Knights swarmed. I wasn't there, but I've heard even a Crimson Terror intervened. Ever since then, the workshop is required, and afterwards you got one of these to show proof-of-completion." He held up a flat crystal in the shape of a skull.

"When they shine a special light through it, it projects a light that spells your name and the date it was given to you. It has many anti-counterfeit spells on it, so don't bother trying to forge one," he continued.

Rigrit bowed lightly, "Thank you for your time," and walked off to the other line.

"What a nice boy!"

Alright, there's Chapter One done! What do you all think, lives up to your expectations?

Chapter Two will have Rigrit and Blue Rose reunion, some Sebas, Avi, and Mare. Yes, Mare. Finally! Don't worry, Rubedo will come, too!)

As stated above, chapter release will be a lot slower. Writer's block is a massive bitch.

Huh. I'm listening to Linkin Park's What I've Done as I'm typing this and it reminds me of this situation with me slowing down chapter release…

Look at me, putting no work into the posting process. It seems copy and paste keeps those lines that separates scenes. EZPZ!

And Pervy, NO! THERE WILL BE NO FLUDER X RIGRIT! JUST BECAUSE YOUR OLD DOESN'T MEAN WE ALL ENVISION OLD PEOPLE GOING AT IT, ALRIGHT! Geez, dude. You disgust me sometimes :D

Alright guys, I'm off.

See you later, and as always (starting now),

PROTECC, ATTACC, BUT MOST IMPORTANTLY, GIVE HEAD PATT

~Sierra